A common origin would inevitably lead to a common diet. Instead of
this, what do we see? Each species has its narrowly limited tastes,
which have no reference to the tastes of the cognate species. If they
are related through a common ancestry, it is absolutely impossible to
understand why, of our two Capricorns, one is allotted the oak and the
other the hawthorn and the cherry-laurel; why, of our three Saperdæ,
the first demands the black poplar, the second the elm and the third
the dead cherry-tree. This gastric independence loudly proclaims
independence of origin. And simple common sense, not always welcome to
the adventurous theorists, is of the same opinion.
CHAPTER XI
THE DWARFS
A Provençal proverb says:
“Chasque toupin trobo sa cubercello;
Chasque badan, sa badarello.”
It is true; every pot finds its lid, every Jack his Jill. The
hunchbacked, the blind, the bandy-legged, the physically or morally
deformed: one and all have their attractions which render them
acceptable in certain eyes.
Insects too, no less than men and stew-pans, always find their natural
complement, though it mate the faultless with the faulty. Of this
Minotaurus Typhœus furnishes a splendid example. The hazards of
excavation present me with a curious couple, keeping house at the
bottom of a burrow. The female calls for no special remark: she is just
a handsome matron. But the male! What a sorry creature, what an
abortion! The middle point of his trident is reduced to a mere spiked
granule; those at the side come just level with the eyes, whereas in
normal subjects they reach the extreme point of the head. I measure the
little beggar. His length is twelve millimetres [72] instead of
eighteen, [73] the ordinary size. According to these figures, the dwarf
is barely a quarter of the usual bulk.
In an earlier chapter of the present volume, I mentioned a magnificent
male Minotaur who was obstinately refused by the consort whom my
experiments had given him. The handsome horn-bearer did not leave the
burrow; the other, despite my frequent interventions to restore harmony
in the household, deserted her home nightly and sought to set up house
elsewhere. I had to give her another partner; the one that I had thrust
upon her did not suit her. If the male endowed with a generous stature
and trident is often refused, how did the miserable specimen under
consideration win the affections of his powerful mate? The unequal
associations are doubtless to be explained among the Dung-beetles as
among ourselves: love is blind.
Would this ill-assorted pair have bred? And would one part of the
family have inherited the noble dimensions of the mother and the other
the stunted dimensions of the father? Not possessing, at the moment, a
suitable apparatus, that is to say, a tall column of earth held between
four planks, I lodged my Beetles in the longest test-tube among my
entomological glass-ware, with moist sand and victuals at their
disposal.
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